He stood at over six foot tall, with coal
black hair and the greenest eyes that would hypnotize even the most jaded
person. With wide shoulders, trim hips
and thighs that will look spectular naked. His Wrangler jeans hugged every inch, and those jeans were older,
softer looking and would feel oh so good against my own legs. They’d look even better crumpled around his
ankles. He wore the tightest black
t-shirt, it was close to bursting on his biceps and barely containing his six
pack abs. Straightening his Stetson on his head, he turns
around and walks up to me, my stomach began to flutter and my palms sweat a
bit.
